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[burstmodes]

[ it's early the next morning when prompto slips onto the network. he really needs to be more proactive about making friends and doing things to cheer people up. so!! ] 

happy new year everybody 🎉
not sure if you celebrated or whatever but hope it was good regardless

anyway!!!

what kinda stuff is everyone looking forward to?
like resolutions and things i guess??
never really thought about it too much before but i dunno
feels kinda weird to want good things when part of me just wants to go home haha

if anyone's looking to hang out or whatever tho i'm around
or i guess if you wanna learn how to shoot or take pics i'm your guy

could find something fun to do and make it a real party 🥳

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[strongroots]

[ If Prompto's getting up at all, Robby will too; but regardless, he feigns dramatics with the thoughtful look and its pouting lower lip for the moment he makes the face. Does he wanna do something else? ]

Nope, sounds good to me. I'll show you where that music shop is later if we have to ditch the fireworks. Dunno if anyone's ever tried making bombs before. I know this place doesn't even have baseball bats.

[ And with how absent weapons are, Robby wonders if there's any particular core ingredients that could be missing. Prompto might know. But then, would anyone have tried to make them before now?

...Probably. That's his guess on the kind of people around here. ]

[burstmodes]

[ he'll eventually get up, shaking out his legs because the ground is cold. ]

Cool. Let's go find that grocery store first and take it from there.

[ which, admittedly, feels strange to him to lead, but they're sort of in this together now. so. why not? he lets robby push the cart, if he's feeling up to it, and prompto keeps a steady aim towards one of the stores he knows is around. as they walk, he ponders robby's mention of making bombs. ]

I'd noticed that too. The only way to know is to ask, and if nobody wants to talk over that network... [ he shrugs. ] I guess we'll find out if it works or not. [ because anything could be used as a weapon if you were creative enough! right? ] Hey, Robby.

[ he frowns to himself and then shakes his head. might as well get it out before he loses his nerve. ] D'you think they might really send someone to kill us?

[strongroots]

[ Robby will take the cart--he doesn't mind it. There's some resistance to it, but it doesn't bother him, even if the idea of making bombs has been sidetracked some by the reveal he just blew up on Prompto's day already.

But maybe their talk can be casual, he thinks. Casual enough. And it seems to lead that way, with some remark about network talking on his mind--it's a pain in the ass, he knows--but then Prompto says what he does, and. The cart gets stuck for a second, stops Robby, who looks at Prompto and then down at the packaging before him, his lips pressing tightly because he knows the answer, but-- ]

If we don't give them the results they want. [ It takes a few seconds for him to respond, plain-voiced. The thought of death doesn't really please him, but sometimes, it's easier to talk about than others; sometimes, he doesn't think about himself dying. Unlike now, feeling vunerable, knowing it's in their future and waiting to happen. But that's the situation they're in, isn't it?

But if he's being honest, though it doesn't really make him feel that great... ] Then they'll start again, with other people. Um-- We think they reuse people, you know? How people come back after dying here. But they still end it with killing everyone. No one knows if they have to.

[ Just that they do. ]